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Bad Girl
Hey you where you’re going?
Me.. just walking
Come closer
Leaning on fences
Looking for trouble
In 2m she caught my virgin innocense and offered fast love
Slow sex?
I am not built for that
Where is your love?
She scheduled our lubricant match
But I escaped the false intimacy
17, 16 years old
Urging to spill the animal liquid
Yet, demanding a child's hug
Sense of security
I went to the toilet and lubricated my itch
She disappeared until her friends caressed my knee
I felt danger
She is a good girl though
But acting badly
Why do you touch such intimate possessions?
Without my love’s permission.
I went home, touched myself and got over with the bad and good that was never planned by nature, for humans to act upon modern illusions.
But the heart, what about the heart?
It is there to pump blood.
While you’re still alive.
Emotions, are the product of your imagination, said someone wilder than me with 100 years of scars.
The rock whispered and said, yeah, but you don’t belong to us, heartless rocks.
Roll and feel the planet as long as you can walk.
